Ventwriting response from Quad Wolf about my recent blog.

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Those great paws were wrapped around me, the claws on the ends digging just slightly into my back. He pressed my face into his white chest, I could feel his breath on my back. I had the realization that as a wolf, he was not the same, and could easily bite into my neck or shoulder if he wanted to.

"Quad, I don't want to do this right now...", I tried to tell him.

"Hush.", he replied. "Just listen to the silence."

I tried. I really did, but my mind began to wander. I didn't speak, but he seemed to hear my thoughts.

"I said hush!", he barked.

I cringed, his claws dug in a little deeper.

Silence. Warmth.

"Now...", he began, "I want you to listen. Your head has been filled with a lot of negativity. What happened to everything you've learned? What happened to the progress you made? You're better than this, Chris."

"I...", I tried to answer, but he stopped me.

"No, don't respond. You don't have an answer. You're just asking for attention again.", he said.

"No, Quad! I'm not, I really need...", I tried to say.

"Help? No, you don't need help, you need your ass kicked!", Quad barked. He dug in a third time, this time he lightly gripped my neck in his mouth. I could feel his fangs as he just barely bit.

"You want to know what things would be like if you weren't alive?", he asked. I couldn't answer, I was too afraid of what was going on. "Think of everyone that loves you, Chris! Think about them! You're so selfish!"

His fangs grasped my neck, he put more pressure on it. I grimaced, in more pain than ever. "Common sense, Chris! Common sense!", he roared.

"I got it, alright? I got it!", I cried.

He released his grip, his mouth let go of my neck. He let me rest.

"Don't forget it, Chris!

First of all, I've seen people's bios all different colors and everything. I think this is what they call "css coding" or whatever. What is Css? How do I do it?

Also, how do you make your words different colors? How do you make your words green and when you click them they lead you somewhere? Thanks.

Since there are come better artists out there, I want someone to make a picture of Peirce. I can already draw him, but... my drawings of him are horrible. And it appears that I need to have a drawing of Peirce for his bio. So can someone help me here?

If you want to know what he looks like read his bio.

They just want to laugh and cry
In endless time
Children we do bless
And prepare them for a world in which to save


Some however disappear
on streats
Never seen again
Or perhaps they are in live in fear
Always in disguise
Those streets regardless become silent murderous graves.

There seems to be no key
To unlock the mystery of missing children
A thousands screams of mothers we shall hear
Tears will flow like water from the Nile

Days count against the family
It chips against there hope unmercifully
It silenced the justice that needs to be given

The innocence of a life shortened
By a dead end
If no evidence is found the family never gives up hope
That one day there child will be found
Alll they wish at this young age
It to be happy and shed a tear when they fall

But why is it that some seem to fall off the surface of the earth
And yet we dismiss the fact they are missing
And give up while the family is left to heal this wound
Missing children so innocent as they played
Missing children whose mothers weep every day
Missing children you are not forgotten.

Blissfull was I twirling in my own demise
A smile never seemed to leave my face

I had so many hopes for the following months
Goals I hoped to achieve
The music ringing in my ears
I was clearly in my own little world

And happy to stay there for eternity
I have never been one to dance half way
But I never obsess over the perfection
Such things can be damaging to focus on

I'll never say I am the best
But I will always proudly say that I love to dance
And that I have shared my experience with countless talented people
I''l always dance with my heart
For there in lies my connection with this moving art
An outlet for this soul who can not clearly express herself in words

Relying on this to release surpressed emotions
Before long it was the only way I could honestly be open
Emmersing myself in this world of dancing
Some could not understand
And in many ways I wish to keep this secret unkown.

Dancing is second nature to me
I can honestly say I will dance until my dying day.
For without it I am not complete.

But a fateful night months ago
Has shaken this world of mine

Tears were shed and the pain was felt
A setback clearly in my way
Restrictions wieghed and shackled me down.
While I was told it was for the best
My heart was torn
It might seem overly dramatic to some
But for me it is reality


I knew this was only for the best
But day after day of being unable
To move and release emotions
They began bottling up inside me
Looking for a way out.

This balance I had achieved was know totally gone.
The tortue of seeing others dance
And to hear the melody of music
Hits me like a rock.
When I all I want to do is join them
And loose myself in the melody
But all I can do is sit and watch

It's not for forever and for that I am thankful.
The day I can truly smile once more
Is when I'm on that dance floor once again.

But at this point in time I can only step back
And accept what has been given to me
What ever

I apologize for this, I know it's unnecessary, but I've gotten into a rut again and I need some more help.

No L'oreal jokes, please.

The question I need to know is quite simply, Am I worth it?

I've told myself countless times how worthless I am, how much I hate the way things are in the world and how powerless I feel. My opinion has gotten me in trouble numerous times, and whenever I feel like I've offended someone I hide what I said, despite the damage being done.

I'm at the point where I just don't think I'm allowed to have an opinion on anything anymore. It's like one of the Buddhist practices I read about, that you 'detach yourself from your surroundings', that you 'let go'. It's part of trying to find a sense of balance, you have no opinion.

Sitting in church today, I had many thoughts and feelings about who I am, and I actually considered how much better the world would be without me. I just don't see the point of being a good person anymore, or rather, despite trying to do good things, I feel like they go unnoticed and my faults and defects are seen at a much greater scale. So why do I even bother trying to be a good person when people are going to continue to take advantage of me and then ridicule me for not being more selfish? Why is it wrong for me to be myself instead of a greedy, selfish, violent person like the world wants me to be?

I don't see myself as anyone of worth, I see myself as a pawn, an expendable human being.

So am I worth anything? Is there any value in trying to be a good person? Or am I just a waste of a life?

Better now. I'm sorry for this post. I will have some serious talks with myself, and I'm starting to realize how childish this was.

The scene was both enticing and romantic.The sun setting,candles lit leading the way to the middle of the garden,where a table was set luxuriously.Sierra walked through the garden a little surprised
at all the gestures.It was a beautiful sight to behold.Coming into the little space she was greated but Jeremy.
"You look lovely this evening"he said bowing and taking her hand and leading her to the table.
"And you look very handsome tonight"it wasn't a lie after all.
As they were seated violinists began to play a peaceful tune.There courses arrived and they both enjoyed the peace.
"Thank you for the meal,it was kind of you to invite me"she said giving him a small thankful smile
"The pleasure was mine,but if you do not mind I have request to make of you"he said seriously.


She cocked her head to the side wondering what the rquest could be,"I will try,but was is it that you wish to request.?"she asked
"Dance for me please,I have the same song you danced to at the ball so it would be a familiar tune for you he said smilling.

Her heart seemed,to stop and it felt like it had been hit with a dagger.Her cheeks were blushing and she felt a little dizzy.She struggled to keep her composer ,but calmly replied,"I'm sorry Prince Jeremy but I'm afraid I don't feel all to well at the moment."she stood entending to leave.
The prince saw the change in Sierra and became instantly worried."I hope I have not offended you"he said going to her side his tone was one of begging and questioning.

"No,it's nothing you did Jeremy"she said sincerly.
The sound of his name,being said by her voice soothed him."Do you wish me to escort you back to your room"?

My name is Skydancer, queen of the stars and sky. When I was born, my mother and father, the king and queen of the sky, told me I was destined for greatness. That time was short-lived. They went to go to another kingdom to celebrate something one night and never came back. The royal messenger came and told me they had been eaten by Leo. I was very sad because I had only been a fawn. I got over it, but in the back of my mind I still miss them. After my parents died, I inherited the throne of the kingdom from them. I find it EXCEEDINGLY boring to run a kingdom in the sky when you can't fly and all you are is a constellation. What worried my subjects most was the interest I showed in a forest on the Earth. They would say things like: "You aren't a land-deer, you are a Sky-Deer, Sky!" and, "Start paying attention to the real world, Skydancer!" THAT particular comment sent my gears a-twirling. "This isn't the real world!" I said. "This is a world where everything is always perfect and nothing goes wrong!" They sent me to my room. I heard a guard say, "Just some teenage temper. My son was e same way." I felt like my head was going explode with rage! I burst out of the room and ran all the way to where the sky ended and there was a sheer drop to Earth. "STOP!!!" Leo thundered. "You can't abandon your kingdom!" "Say that to my scythes!" I yelled, using my sword-antlers to slash at the sky lion. He matched me blow for blow. I ran beneath the lion’s legs and jumped off the edge to go to my beloved dream world: Earth.